DEIMOS
Incredible, to some points and ventures, the fact it’d even happened at all, that the goddess had seen him, that he’d come out the other side, that there were new pieces and precision to enact. His smile was boyish all the more, content to revel in the statement for a moment – because it hadn’t been immersed in acrimony, in vehemence, in violence, for once in his damned life. It’d been born from the infernal insides of his convictions, a sort of benediction he never thought he’d be able to achieve. Reapers didn’t hold glory. Swords weren’t enamored by deities. But there he’d been all the same, drifting into the sky with newfound wings, with predilections not so daunting, not so ruthless –
How they were used was another matter entirely.
The inquiry settled between them, and for some reason Deimos was surprised Wessex hadn’t told the Penumbra. Perhaps it had been a furtive, secretive measure, but wouldn’t warnings have been adequate, ominous beacons to ensure Ascendeds’ safety? Or had she believed Roana’s efforts wouldn’t have come to fruition, bold enough to acclaim the Accepted not powerful, not potent enough, to take one of them down? “Roana threatened Samuel, and the entire Ascended race.” The why was an unknown, encompassing threshold – he didn’t know the rooted conceptions or genesis of the aforementioned culling; though his suspicions lingered over the spread of the blight, and any other noteworthy thing nestled in between. The information hadn’t been granted to him – just documents and papers, just insinuations of her crimes, just the notion that Rexanna had been amongst the ominous, potent schemes (and perhaps the only reason he acted, cared, at all).
How they were used was another matter entirely.
The inquiry settled between them, and for some reason Deimos was surprised Wessex hadn’t told the Penumbra. Perhaps it had been a furtive, secretive measure, but wouldn’t warnings have been adequate, ominous beacons to ensure Ascendeds’ safety? Or had she believed Roana’s efforts wouldn’t have come to fruition, bold enough to acclaim the Accepted not powerful, not potent enough, to take one of them down? “Roana threatened Samuel, and the entire Ascended race.” The why was an unknown, encompassing threshold – he didn’t know the rooted conceptions or genesis of the aforementioned culling; though his suspicions lingered over the spread of the blight, and any other noteworthy thing nestled in between. The information hadn’t been granted to him – just documents and papers, just insinuations of her crimes, just the notion that Rexanna had been amongst the ominous, potent schemes (and perhaps the only reason he acted, cared, at all).
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
